Joy was Sunday mornings with grandpa eating pancakes smothered in syrup. It was our ritual. Grandpa was diabetic and had already lost his toes on one foot.… Read more “Trapped.”
Month: July 2017
Control.
My earliest memory…her screams awoke me. She tumbled down the stairs by the force of his hand. I stood, silently. He said nothing. He didn’t even turn… Read more “Control.”